I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they hot like a twinkie filling
Playing the Villian prepare for this rap killing

Biggie smalls is the illest

Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talking 'bout Willis?"

The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
Is here to excite and throw dick to dyke's
Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel
I want the f**kin Fortune like the wheel

I squeeze gets till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me you don't want to f**k with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja

Comin' where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, you're the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty like your pussy in December

Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and

From Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-whippin'
Hey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin'
Actin' as if it can't happen'
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'
Yo I'm from Shaolin', Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin'
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga

I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger

It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw

Kickin' down your god damn door

F**k the world, don't ask me for shit

And everything you get ya gotta work hard foot it

Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop

And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

Verse two, comin' with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' niggaz back in I.C.U.

I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin' down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**kin' carpet get

And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man
Baby accept it, utmost respect it

Assume the position, stop, look and listen

I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens
Welcome to my center, honies feel it deep in they placenta

Cold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor
But I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video

Ready to die, why I act that way
Pop Duke left Mom Duke the faggot took the back way
So instead of makin' hoes suck my dick up, I used to do stick-up
'Cause hoes is irritatin' like the hiccups

Excuse me, flows just grow through me like trees to branches

Cliffs to avalanches, it's the praying mantis

Deep like the mind of Farrakhan

A motherf**kin' rap phenomenon, plus
I got more glocks and techs than you
I make it hot nigga won't even stand next to you
Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head
Or motherf**ker's dead, ya thought so

F**k the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop

And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
F**k the world, don't ask me for shit

And everything you get ya gotta work hard for it

Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop

And niggaz pack the clips, keep on